"You kid, don't get into the bed at night, why are you standing here and scaring me to death" said Meng Ben and came in with the curtain open.
He came over to pack up his drawings and show them to his boss tomorrow.
At this time, Song Ersheng had already put away his notebook, took a pencil, and wrote on the white back of the wall calendar spread on the desk.
Father Song came over with a smile, "Old son, why are you writing?"
Song Ersheng smiled with goosebumps on his body and said, "Yes, look, this is my name" Song's father picked up his old son and sat down, let her sit on his lap, looked down, and became even more proud, "It's so good to write" put Song Ersheng's hand, "Here, when you put down the pen, it should be heavier, and writing hard pen words is actually the same as writing soft pen words, and you must have a momentum."
In this way, the words written down can have spirit, can stand up and walk with the pen, the pen moves with the heart, the words can move people, and the words are the same."
With his old son writing more than ten words at once, Song's father stopped, and when he looked at it, he found that he had unconsciously written a poem, and his pen fell into a storm.
Father Song was stunned for a moment, and put his chin on the old son's soft bald scoop, "When I was a child, when I watched the Three Kingdoms, I thought that I would write a book by myself in the future, and then it would be passed on for centuries, so that people hundreds of years later could also hold the book I wrote, and I was fascinated by it, but your grandfather said that the literati misguided the country is here."
At that time, I thought that your grandfather was so arrogant, and he criticized people with the same culture as him at every turn, as if no one was as good as him."
Letting go of the child's hand, Father Song wrote another word by himself, mountain.
Song Ersheng knew that this was his grandfather's name.
"Later, much later, I realized that your grandfather was right.
Your grandfather, he is really like a mountain, and I can't climb it in my life. ” It seems that the third grandfather lost his temper, which still made his father uncomfortable.
"When I was a child, I fought with others, and your grandfather's first sentence always asked me, if I win or lose, if I win, he said, it seems that I still don't read much, and I still have the strength to fight, so copy the book.
I had to copy the book for a night, and the bleeding of my hands would not be finished.
Your grandmother secretly boiled eggs for me to eat, I have a bad temper, I am angry, I would rather die than eat, your grandfather knocked the egg on my head, in front of me, chewed and ate slowly" Song Ersheng had a sense of déjà vu.
Father Song laughed, "You are just like your grandfather, your grandfather's bad temperament has been completely passed on to you" Song Ersheng wanted to say that she didn't knock eggs on her sisters' heads.
But looking at Daddy's appearance of Haha, forget it.
In other words, look at Meng Ben, who is sitting on the bed and smirking, what are you laughing at "If I lose, your grandfather will say that you can't win a fight, and you can still expect your body to be the capital of the revolution, you don't know how to copy books."
Co-authoring, whether you win or lose, you have to copy the book, right, but, "what about the book you copied", why don't you have a single copy at home?
"It's all burned for your grandfather," Song's father softened his eyes, "Your grandmother dreamed that your grandfather told her that she wanted me to copy the book."
Your grandmother burned all the fires."
Originally.
Every year on the day of grandpa's death, you have to go to the temple to burn what you wrote, and Song Ersheng thought it was a letter to grandpa.
"I don't have heavy hands and rarely hurt people.
But there were a few times when I had red eyes, and your grandfather who also hit other people's heads and bleeds knew, so he took me to apologize without delay, and asked the doctor to introduce medicine to me.
I just told your grandfather like this, and your grandfather beat me with a flat pole, and said to me, when you beat someone, why didn't you think that Renjie was very painful and pretended not to hurt?
” Father Song unconsciously turned the pencil in his hand, and after a while, he said, "After that, I rarely fight."
There are some things that are not worth my fists at all.
Moreover, as soon as I started to move, I would think that the person I hit was not actually unharmed, he should be in pain, but he just held on to his breath and didn't want me to know. ” Song Ersheng listened quietly.
Grandpa, if grandpa is still alive, how good it would be that his personality is so strong that he can become a god, so that grandpa still exists vividly in everyone's memory.
The positive effects are just as strong as the negatives, but then again, Dad, you still love to fight Father Song woke up from his memories and laughed, "That's how your grandfather cured my aggressiveness."
But if I treat you like this, it will definitely not work, and you and Song Xiaopang will still be the same in the future, just pinch when you meet, and it will be done.
Meng Weiren's child, handed over to his father.
You don't have to worry about it, you don't have to apologize to that kid, you know, Dad likes to see you cheating" "But you apologize for me, I feel sorry too."
Song Ersheng hugged his father and didn't let go.
Dad Song smiled happily, "You are my old son, you stabbed the basket, naturally I am a father to carry your father and I am not capable enough, so I will help you carry such a small basket, when you are older and have the ability, your father and I can't help you" After Song's father knew the salary that his old son got for making movies, this idea has always been in his mind.
The child helped him afford the family early, but he had nothing to do for the child "In your sister's class, they all give gifts to the teacher, and the children who don't give them are wearing small shoes, and your sister won't tell me.
If I hadn't secretly sent two chairs to Mr.
Jin, your sister would definitely have to repeat the grade" Father Song sighed deeply, "You are all so young, I am not worthy of your reliance."
Song Ersheng hurriedly said, "Sister, I'm afraid that you and your mother will worry, besides, children have subconscious thoughts of hiding bad things."
"It's also an education issue."
You're so tired every day, if we ask you to help with something, then you're not even more tired."
Father Song hugged his old son and turned it around, so he yawned and rubbed his eyes. t1706231537: